Summer set lip to earth's bosom bare, and left the flushed print in a poppy there.
Wildflowers don't grow haphazardly us we are led to believe. They grow in fantastic patterns which are different to each of us you see.
It is not possible for a house to own a spirit without owning windows with flowers!
But I know Jesus arose. I feel his presence now, here, with me. I see the evidence of his Word everyday. From creation forth, the whole world is witness to God's plan revealed through his Son. From th...
When I was little, I'd pick flowers wherever I traveled with my mom, then dry them, cover them with resin, and turn them into paperweights.
I write the way you might arrange flowers. Not every try works, but each one launches another. Every constraint, even dullness, frees up a new design.
Let a hundred flowers bloom, let a hundred schools of thought contend.
Also I could hear Amanda’s voice: Why are you being so weak? Love’s never a fair trade. So Jimmy’s tired of you, so what, there’s guys all over the place like germs, and you can pick them like flowers...
Where flowers bloom so does hope.
I love your roots, not the flower everybody sees!
Flowers grow out of dark moments.
I appreciate the beauty and balm of flowers but I have never enjoyed receiving them because then I have to watch them die, and worse...throw them away.
And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.
Where flowers degenerate man cannot live.
Every flower can flourish with fertile soil and water.
Since the thing perhaps isto eat flowers and not to be afraid
I would far rather have two or three lilies of the valley gathered for me by a person I like, than the most expensive bouquet that could be bought!
...You won't get eternal life by just feeling the presence of God in flowers or music.
I am not interested in having the world revolve around me; that's too boring of an idea. I would rather revolve around the world and try to leave my fingerprints, everywhere. My fingerprints mingled i...
Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair...